More to the point, assuming you do eat a half dozen eggs, a whole lobster, and six ounces of caviar for breakfast … what kind of iron willed self-control does it require not to puke up the whole $1000 onto your Manolo Blahniks?

Oscar Varela, a manager at nearby Petrossian Cafe and Boutique, said 10 ounces of sevruga should set you back $500. And though I thought the eggs and the potatoes helped temper the saltiness of the caviar, he disagreed.

“We tell our customers that the best way to eat caviar is by itself.”

No matter, the frittata, ample enough to feed four (that makes it a relative bargain!), is delicious.

There’s a huge amount of coverage of this available chez Google News – the restaurant must think all its Silly Seasons have come at once.

I’m giddy with anticipation for the first rap video where Jay-Z, wearing a LeBron James jersey under a white mink coat, sits, smoking a Cuban cigar, big-bootied babe on each arm of his chair, at a table covered with enormous, putrid omelettes.

Harry, when I think of plover eggs, I think of an old joke a friend told me:

A sex-ed teacher was describing male anatomy, and said, “Human testicles are about the size of plover eggs.” A girl in the back of the class then quipped, “at least now I know how big a plover’s egg is.”

Apparently, there was a gem in Zork which was the size of a plover egg.